The Woman Lost in Time (A Fallen Novel.)

Chapter 1 - Rude Awakening

Pain. That was the first thing she felt as her eyes fluttered open. Her head was pounding and the bright light that flooded into the pure white room didn't help either. She could hear muffled voices and the sound of hurried footsteps from outside the door of her god awful bright white room. That could've at least add darker colors. She goes to move her hands, to brush the golden brown hair that had fallen in her eyes, but is quickly stopped by the metal handcuffs that circled her wrists and strapped her to the bed. Awesome.

Just as she was examining the cuffs, she hears her door swing open and as she looks over, a feline woman stood in the doorway. Catlady was frozen in shock, her amber colored eyes wide and filled with some emotion the was unreadable from the bed. They stayed like that for the next couple of minutes, just still as stone and staring into each others eyes. It was when the handcuffed woman shifted so she could sit up, that Catlady started to scream and quickly ran off.

What's wrong with her? She thought after the feline disappeared. It wasn't long before several strong looking men came rushing in the small, compact room. Some of them looked excited, some looked grim and some looked just plain angry. They all just stood in silence for what seemed like forever till the tallest one of them all stepped forward. His dark blue skin shone with sweat as his acid green eyes raked over her face nervously.

Wait, he's nervous. All of them are nervous. Why would they be nervous, is it because of me? No, it can't be, I'm just a lone woman who is currently handcuffed to a bed. But as she tried to reason with herself, the sudden apparent look of nervousness and fright that held a home in each of their eyes, told a completely different story that she didn't exactly want to come to terms with. Not yet, at least.

Acid Eyes clears his throat as he pulled a piece of paper from his pocket. Though, by the worn and crumpled look of it, said that he most likely had what was written down memorized.

"By laws of the Shadow Proclamation, we hereby convict you, the Murderer, of over several counts of attempted genocide, three counts of successful genocide, over one thousand counts of attempted murder, over two thousand counts of first-degree murder and you have been sentenced to public execution at the beginning of next month."

Silence was what followed his words. From both parties, the group of men and the lone woman who sat in bed. The blue-skinned men were clearly waiting for her reaction but she was in too much shock to react in any way. Here she was, just have woken up from what was most likely a coma, and is being told she has been sentenced to death because of things she couldn't even remember. How was one supposed to react to something like that? After several minutes past, the Blue Skins started to bored and dribbled out slowly, the one who spoke being one of the last ones to go.

She had gotten no real information from them. Only that she had been one busy person before the coma and a name, the Murderer.

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